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Grab a Drink Because ‘Seven’ Turns 21 Today!
Back in 1992, David Fincher was still reeling from the awful experience he had making his first feature film Alien 3. After production was complete, he swore he would never make another movie. He eventually broke that oath a year and a half later when New Line Cinema sent him Andrew Kevin Walker’s early draft of a script for Seven (sometimes obnoxiously called Se7en). The rest is history.
***SPOILERS for a 21-year-old film below.***
“But Trace, why are you covering Seven, a mystery neo-noir psychological thriller film (according to Wikipedia) on a horror website?”, you ask? That’s because Seven is a horror movie. As our own Jonathan Barkan so eloquently put it last year: “It’s a serial killer that offs people based on the seven deadly sins. It’s gory, it’s horrifying, and it’s got an ending that still haunts people to this day.” Point taken, Barkan.
Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman and Gwyneth Paltrow may be the stars of Seven, but the real star is Fincher’s direction and Darius Khondji’s cinematography. It is only his second film but it feels like it could be his tenth. The film looks so dreary. From the crowded streets of Los Angeles (where the Seven was filmed, though the city in the film remains unnamed). The color palette helps matters, but Fincher’s decision to film Seven as simplistically as possible (COPS was used as inspiration) added to the crudeness of the film.
I won’t delve too much into the “is Seven a horror movie” argument, except to say that Seven is most definitely a horrifying film. Whether that makes it a horror movie is up to the viewer to decide, but I certainly view it as one. Most people cite the sloth sequence as the most disturbing part of the film, but for me it’s always been Leland Orser’s interrogation scene. That is a truly difficult scene to watch, especially when you learn how he murdered that prostitute.
One can’t discuss Seven without mentioning its sucker-punch of an ending. It is a bleakly poetic ending that still gets under people’s skin. Of course, that wasn’t always the ending of the film. It was in Walker’s original draft of the screenplay, but the studio was hesitant to use it, fearing that it would not be well-received by audiences. They made him re-write the ending with a more action-y ending Lucky for us, New Line accidentally sent Fincher the first draft of the screenplay with the head-in-a-box ending, and he fought for it. He even went so far as to make it a condition of him accepting the directing gig.
Even after filming, the studio remained concerned about the end of the film. They were so worried that they even tried to replace Paltrow’s character’s head with that of a dog. Apparently it was just a bit too depressing. Thankfully, Fincher still stuck to his guns and Brad Pitt stood by him until the very end, leading the studio to concede and release the film per Fincher’s and Walker’s vision.
It’s also worth noting that Spacey’s identity as the serial killer John Doe was not revealed to audiences until they saw the film (unless they read certain reviews that revealed this fact). It was a solid bit of marketing that showed the confidence New Line had in the film. Most studios would have put Spacey front and center, especially in a post-The Silence of the Lambs world. You almost wish more studios would show that kind of restraint nowadays.
Seven was released on September 21, 1995 and grossed a mere $13.1 million domestically during its first weekend in theaters. It would spend five weeks at the number one spot at the box office and go on to gross $100.1 million domestically and $227.1 million overseas. This coincidentally made it the seventh highest grossing film of 1995. It was also released to widespread critical acclaim. It currently sits at 80% on Rotten Tomatoes and a 65 on Metacritic. Richard Francis-Bruce was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Editing in a motion picture, but he lost to Mike Hill and David P. Hanley for Apollo 13. Seven did, however, win Best Picture, Most Desirable Male (Brad Pitt) and Best Villain (Kevin Spacey) at the MTV Movie Awards. So that’s something.
So grab a drink and celebrate the fact that Seven turns 21 today (or lament the fact that people born in 1995 are now turning 21). Either way, drink responsibly and pop Seven in the ol’ Blu-Ray player today. It gets better and better with each subsequent viewing.
Editorials
André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.
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